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Musing: The Railroad
Iron metal Crisscrossing Dragging through the dust Like the snake, iron snake. Tracks lay ahead as far as our eyes go, Crawling through the urban and rural; The countryside with her quiet forest The township with her hustle bustle The clouds are free of you They watch your snake lanes Cockroach through rocks and tunnels…
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Natures Tale: The Sun rays
* Take a walk in the woods, Dive into the envelope of tall tree branches Admire the tents that Nature erected Savor the teasing of fresh airs And watch the sun rays streak through the tree leaves 1 The canopy hides the shrieks and tweets Of birds and rodents Creepy amphibians croak out their hearts…
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Evening Storm
Now the wind has come to announce the rains coming, Baskets flew up, rooftops shrieked, dogs ran about And the community waited, for a storm was growing, The nights grew darker, pitch like the face of charcoal At first, the moon had disappeared without trace The clouds forming a strong ring of bully about him…
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Amuse: The sunset
Sometimes I do think the sun was angry when she was hot People hide underneath the tree branches, some throw down mats And in few minutes they snore out there fatigue without remorse They blow trumpets, letting their mouths wobble in defeat Yet I wonder if by chance the suns heat was responsible, As her…
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Lullaby: Decembers’ rain
Fast falls the evening, mild breezes, cold rain, rinsing the dusty roof tops Dark clouds shadow the moon, the evening is left to wander alone, Trees bow to the swift wind; bending, twisting; left and right But the night was agog with life, the breezes an excuse for heavy sleepers A week before the heat…
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The call of the Stream: tributary of the crocodile river
1. Now I stand before you, great stream You tributary of the crocodile river Flowing from the hills, where no man knows To our gardens, where beautiful roses grow 2. I stand before you, Gods own living sculpture Carved off dust and loam, points of rocks With fine white waters falling from your top As…
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The Mountain
1 Oh beautiful sculpture Standing proud above the hamlet, Above the hills and valleys, Above whole rivers and rivulets Oh Gods creative masterpiece Drawing up grasslands and forests Painting greens and greys together Viewing fine pasture and hot deserts Oh great traditional edifice The guardian of our little hamlet, Protector of our flora and fauna…
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December, once again
Dry airs are your best emissaries They send fine dust flying into our eyes, And some minute debris thru the window curtains Heralding your descent, welcome O December! By the corner, under the trees shed We gather to feel your fresh breeze, Feeling the tree leaves dance happily Tumbling they went, falling with joy The…
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The Rainbow, 1st
1 The rainbow is my favorite color Her beauty radiates upon the cloud Dressed like a man wearing a talisman Savoring the scent of the sweet airs, A mirage because the rain won’t fall after all 2 There sits the rainbow across the firmaments Watching quietly, observing the rules of the airs Belittling the heights of…
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Natures Image
Nature, glad tidings Joint tryst of flora and firmament Aging with time, the waters tide rise and fall Green is the color of the small forest shedding the sea Come to the deep, blue surf, dolphin and seals fine paradise Nature paints amazing images from the valley to the hills From the forests to desert…
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The Hideout
Only voices speak now, wind surge bring their words Birds chatter up the trees, nothing but quiet silence Dews hidden on tree leaves fall, tapping into a mock pool While the bass-throated toad grunt softly at the dancing tree leaves Sometimes the tree leaves fall in circles, gathering solemnly The wind pushing them about, at…
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Morning Poem
Lavenders, gardens, the fair butterfly Gold, sun rising across the blue sky Quietness, serene green forest, birds calling Yawn, a kick and high hopes waking The warmth of the sun, glittering across the fields Buzzing bees, smooth sailing airs, some wildlife Smell of burning food, hawks hunting for food in the hamlet Warm airs rush…
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Rain on the Window
I love the sound of the rain when it hits the windows When the multitude descend down from the Heavens Splattering, hitting the Earths crust, smashing the clay Throwing up sweet scents, one unaccustomed to man The sounds create a regular rhythm which sings a lullaby Soothing are the rains words, mild are her amazing…
